The world is taken over by crazy and sick people

"Xiao Zi."

"Xiao Zi..."

"Don't walk so fast!"

On the bluestone road, Chen Shizi was walking madly in the crowd, and Mo Xuehui was chasing him with a laptop in her arms. She was worried. In her sight, the girl's pure white skirt and black leather jacket were blowing up in the sudden snowstorm, ruthlessly rolling and making a shrill snapping sound... The fast-paced figure was gradually separating from the world, with an indescribable sense of misery. She slowly stopped and stopped chasing.

Passers-by were making way for the child.

Under the gray sky, the snow was still raging, and the child was running fast, trying to break the wind that blocked her...

Mo Xuehui felt relieved.

An inexplicable smile.

Also ran up.

……

"What's going on? Tell me quickly! Otherwise..."

Mo Xuehui caught up with the crazy girl. She grabbed Chen Shizi's arm and stared at her with an extremely stern, interrogating look.

The latter laughed wantonly, with the corners of his mouth raised wickedly, and raised his eyebrows, signaling Mo Xuehui to utter the threatening words.

His expression was full of provocation.

Mo Xuehui had never seen Chen Shizi so crazy.

He is so hostile to others, especially to her.

She knew that the other party must have been stimulated by something. The words "the partnership is over" were lingering in her throat, but she refused to utter them. She had a premonition that saying them would be more destructive than detonating a nuclear bomb. Finally, she gently clenched Chen Shizi's arm again, her expression softened, and her eyes gently looked into those creepy and paranoid dark pupils.

Wenrou asked, "Xiao Zi, you have intervened in my affairs before, but have I accepted it? You can intervene in other people's affairs at will, but you cannot allow others to intervene in your affairs. Is this concept reasonable?"

The pair of tense and dark pupils in front of her shook for a moment, and then began to shake her arms, and she clenched them.

Strike while the iron is hot.

"I don't want to pry into your secrets, I just want to know that you are okay. If you want to tell me what you want to tell me, you can tell me. If you don't want to, I won't force you. Didn't you call me sister before?"

"Do you still believe me?"

These words were spoken with great sincerity, like a pair of hands gently wiping away Chen Shizi's restless and violent heart.

She raised her eyes slowly and hesitantly, her teeth chattering in her mouth.

She looked at Mo Xuehui's gentle expression, and the darkness in her pupils gradually dissipated a little.

But all this has nothing to do with Mo Xuehui.

She wants to run away!

Run fast!!

"Go quickly!!!"

“This place is dirty!!!”

She roared twice, her tone resentful and her eyes full of paranoia and hatred.

Suddenly, he shook off Mo Xuehui's hand, ran away without looking back, and said something coldly.

"The man with the surname Meng is not a good person either!"

At the end of the bluestone street, her frantic and reckless escape disappeared like a tsunami, leaving only a mess on the ground.

Mo Xuehui was left alone in the raging snowstorm.

She felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

She slowly turned around and looked for a long time at the ancient teahouse where they had escaped.

In the middle of the flying snowflakes, suddenly, a tall and sharp figure fluttered into her sight.

The man was wearing a heavy black wool coat and a sharp black suit underneath.

How could it be her?

……

"What happened to you in there just now?"

"I'm sorry, does this have anything to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me, it has something to do with you, right..."

Mo Xuehui felt that the sneer on the calm face of the woman opposite was very scary, especially the pair of peerless peach blossom eyes that were always looking at her indifferently, examining her coldly. She felt as if a dagger was across her neck, and the person holding the knife was careless, and had been slowly scraping her skin with the cold tip of the knife, threatening her secretly.

Her life is as fragile as a thread.

"Ms. Wang, what do you want to know?"

She tried to remain calm.

This was my first time facing Wang Liwu, so I didn’t dare to let my guard down at all.

The words that Tong Rui had used to scold President Wang for being cold-blooded and inhuman were still lingering in her mind.

Wang Liwu had no intention of pulling away. She had to hurry back to "home" to see what happened to her people.

"Just tell me everything that happened after she walked in. Every detail."

The tone of voice carried a sense of command from top to bottom, which Mo Xuehui found unpleasant. She instantly remembered that Chen Shizi was also expelled. She slowly raised her eyes, looked at him, and tested him.

He raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Zi... is she an employee of your company?"

Hearing this question which was asked despite knowing the answer, a dark light flashed in Wang Liwu's eyes, and impatience and disgust flashed across her expressionless face.

But she suddenly turned her head and smiled.

There were thin, cold lines at the corners of his lips. He stared into Mo Xuehui's eyes and slowly spoke word by word.

"Put that away."

"Who is she?"

"Look behind you and see clearly."

Thousands of fragmented threads of light suddenly burst out from the bottom of those dark pupils, and those peach blossom eyes were extremely gorgeous and enchanting among the white snowflakes.

Mo Xuehui looked at the strange yet straightforward possessive look, the three sentences just now echoed in her mind, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She finally understood where Chen Shizi came from when she told her that Wang Liwu liked Wang Xufeng.

yes……

Got it wrong.

Totally wrong.

She swallowed frantically, staring at the godlike woman in front of her in shock.

In the raging snow and wind, the woman stood motionless like a cold, dark bronze sculpture, her long straight black hair swaying coldly on both sides of her tall body. As the cold wind blew, in Mo Xuehui's sight, the person in front of her gradually overlapped with the Knights Templar who intended to fight for Jerusalem in the Middle Ages. She saw a disdainful and cold-blooded smile in the woman's eyes, and she seemed to have smelled the scent of blood... Mo Xuehui felt a chill pouring down from the soles of her feet, and the coldness instantly swept through her body.

My throat feels dry.

"you……"

"Xiao Zi...she...has someone she likes..."

Wang Li opened his eyelids in a misty manner, his dark pupils turned cold for a moment, but he remained restrained and calm, trying his best to maintain a calm expression.

She looked at Mo Xuehui, her eyes gradually deepening through the cold wind and snow.

"You can tell her to think about the night as an assistant, something is wrong."

"She can only like me."

That casual look was meaningful, and the implicit hint slowly enveloped Mo Xuehui.

It took a long time for Mo Xuehui to react with difficulty. Her eyes gradually widened in surprise.

"you……"

Wang Liwu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Crushing his knuckles, he asked slowly, "Now, can you tell me what happened in there?"

Mo Xuehui almost collapsed as if she had lost her support.

Seeing the bloody "Knight Templar" in front of her staring grimly into the towering teahouse not far away, she felt that the whole sky was covered with dark clouds.

……

***

At night, in Chen Shizi's second bedroom, on the white bedside table, Luffy wearing a straw hat was grinning and laughing on the poster.

Next to him, a cold and aloof figure pulled the carpet away, like the reflection of a sculpture in a deserted square late at night.

The girl was lying quietly beside him, like an unnoticed little flower in the cracks of the bricks at the foot of the sculpture.

Hey~

Hey~

Hey~

The phone vibrated three times on the bedside table.

Wang Liwu calmly picked up the phone on the poster and opened it.

【Xiao Zi, are you asleep? 】

【Are you ok? 】

【Reply received.】

The person who brought the news was Mo Xuehui.

Ridicule and disdain quietly drifted away in the darkness.

The mobile phone was placed on the poster again.

In the dark night, Wang Liwu stroked Chen Shizi's quietly sleeping eyebrows and looked at him in silence for a long time.

She slowly crawled onto the bed on her knees.

The two shadows gradually overlapped.

She still stripped off the sleeping girl's clothes, and in her desire to let their skin touch tightly and their body temperatures blend, she hugged Chen Shizi from the back, and cleverly clamped her limbs with her hands and feet, kissing and whispering silently...

The two of them intertwined their fingers.

There was a gentle smile in her eyes.

"You're about to find out."

"We are about to face each other."

"I will kill everyone who has hurt you in the past."

"I will kill everyone who steals from you now."

"I don't care if you know what I did."

"I'm not afraid that you will blame me, hate me, or retaliate against me."

"I just want you to be mine."

"Because you were supposed to be mine."

"I will, and I will prove it to you."

……